Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.